Fairy, please pay me back.

Chapter 10 Master Shijing
With a basin of cold water, Jian Fusheng woke up slowly.

When he was shot earlier, he fainted from the pain.

After waking up a little, Jian Fusheng realized that he was lying on the ground like mud. The wounds on his hands and feet were simply bandaged, and he couldn't use any strength at all.

Struggling to raise his head, Jian Fusheng found himself in a hall decorated in Chinese style. A man with a beard was sitting on the imperial chair at the top, playing with his precious bronze mirror.

Behind the man, an eight-foot Chinese painting with five-color chrysanthemums hung on the wall.

Lu Maoqing stood behind the bearded man, squeezing his shoulders. The boys who had fired earlier were divided into two rows and stood neatly on both sides of the hall.

Seeing Jian Fusheng wake up, the bearded man sneered and said:

"You bastard from Yuanhehui, please listen to me. Whether it's your elder brother or your family, I'll let you go for 30 yuan, or you'll die without a whole body!"

Lu Maoqing hugged the bearded neck and whispered:
"Brother Chun——, how are you going to thank me?"

Brother Chun touched his chin and said softly:
"Sister Lu, don't worry, I'll share half of the money with you!"

Sister Lu was unhappy when she heard this and said coquettishly:
"Then what if he can't take it out?"

Brother Chun said with a cruel smile:
"Didn't you hit him on the body when you fired? It's almost as if he had his two waists cut off!"

Jian Fusheng's eyes are about to burst.

Ma De, if you cut them off, they will be a pair. Why don't you leave one for me?

This is not the point. The point is that I am not a member of Yuanhehui!

Struggling to raise his chin, Jian Fusheng begged for mercy with tears streaming down his face:

"Brother and sister, you have recognized the wrong person. I am not from the Yuanhe Society, I am just an ordinary college student... I was afraid of being looked down upon by others, so I made up an identity... If you don't believe it, I have a student ID card on my phone. In the photo, I am from Yangfan University, which is located in Wutong District!"

Raising his eyebrows, Brother Chun put down the bronze mirror, asked his younger brother to hand him Jian Fusheng's mobile phone, and asked for the password.

I opened my phone and looked through the photos, and it turned out to be a fucking student!

Moreover, he is still a poor student. His parents look like they are from rural areas, and his family has little money...

With a cold snort, Brother Chun turned around and glared at Sister Lu.

Sister Lu felt guilty for a moment and quickly defended:
"Brother Chun, you can't blame me for this. He really acted like one at that time..."

Brother Chun lowered his eyes and flipped through Jian Fusheng's cell phone without saying anything.

Jian Fusheng is asking for help...

Mirror Master, Mirror Master, Mirror Master, help me!
Mr. Jing, don’t let those salty hands touch you, show your power quickly and help me clean up this bunch of garbage!
"Ouch!"

Jian Fusheng screamed miserably, and two big words appeared in his head:
"waste!"

I admit that I am a waste, but Master Jing, I am very qualified, so you don’t want to wait for me to become an immortal so that I can help you rise to the top?
Mirror Lord!Master Jing?
Master Jing, where are you?
After scolding me, I'm done! ?

What a broken mirror!

Jian Fusheng was about to beg for mercy again when a younger brother walked up to him and kicked him in the face.

"Noise your mother! If you keep arguing I'll kill you!"

Brother Chun then looked at Jian Fusheng and asked:
"Only two hundred in the account?"

"Yes, a poor student!"

"The family doesn't have any money either?"

"Yes, in rural families, parents owe a lot of debt..."

"Waiting for you?"

"Yes...ah, no...Brother, spare your life!...That's right! Brother, my bronze mirror is quite valuable. It's a family antique and a thousand-year-old mirror. It's worth millions. Take the bronze mirror and let me go!" "

What a broken mirror, you are unkind and I am unjust, just wait to be thrown into the warehouse by the rich!
Brother Chun put down his phone, picked up the bronze mirror again, looked at it, and sneered:

"If this thing could be worth millions, why would your family still live in a rural area? The mirror is so new, at first glance, it looks like a replica. The little bastard bought it to trick girls, right?"

Jian Fusheng became anxious when he heard this, and quickly defended: "Brother... no... that mirror is really inherited from our ancestors. It was originally covered with green rust. I poured urine on it several times before it became new!"

Brother Chun rolled his eyes, threw the mirror on the table, and cursed:

"Get the hell out of here, you're taking me for granted. Come on, give him a good beating! Wait! You need to be careful when you strike. Don't damage your waist..."

Several younger brothers swarmed up and punched and kicked Jian Fusheng.

Jian Fusheng wanted to cry but had no tears, and felt extremely aggrieved.

When I lie to people, I believe everyone...

How come no one believes this truth?
As the saying goes, wisdom emerges out of desperation, Jian Fusheng's full desire to survive suddenly reminded him of Brother Kun!
Enduring the severe pain all over his body, Jian Fusheng raised his head and roared:
"Stop it, stop it. Brother Kun from Changyinghui just accepted me as his younger brother. Big brother, look at my phone. I just called him!"

Brother Chun raised his hand, and everything was calm in an instant.

Picking up the phone again, Brother Chun looked at Jian Fusheng's call history, with a sneer on his lips:
"Okay, very good! Beat me to death!... Keep your waist!"

After saying that, Brother Chun called Brother Kun directly using Jian Fusheng's mobile phone.

"Hello? Where is Ai Kun? I heard that you have a new little brother?"

On the other end of the phone, Brother Kun was signing a bill in the VIP room, and Xiaoyu was kneeling beside him to serve him, with no cherry in his mouth.

Frowning, Brother Kun sneered:
"What little brother? I'm just a college student, and I sold my old gun to him! Xiao Chun, how old are you, is it interesting to bully a poor student?"

Brother Chun curled his lips and said angrily:
"I said, why does that wheel look so familiar? It turns out it was used by a beast like you. No matter who he is, you wait to collect his body tomorrow!"

"Haha, whatever!" Brother Kun sneered and hung up the phone.

Xiaoyu wiped her mouth and asked:
"Is it that stupid young man who doesn't know how to appreciate others?"

Brother Kun nodded:

"Yes, I was kidnapped by Xiao Chun from Juhuatai. When we were fighting for the territory half a year ago, we had a deep feud!"

Xiaoyu pouted:

"Xiao Chun is so disgusting, I don't even want to receive him..."

Brother Kun smiled and said:

"He doesn't need you to receive him either!"

Xiaoyu bumped Brother Kun's leg with her head and said coquettishly:
"Anyway, I only like Brother Kun... By the way, Brother Kun, are you going to save that college student?"

Brother Kun pondered for a moment and said with a smile:
"I'll go over and have a look, but don't worry, that kid might be more useful dead than alive!"

Xiaoyu pinched his thigh and said softly:
"You are the worst! Then I will continue, please sign quickly!"

On the other side, Brother Chun suddenly lost interest when he saw Brother Kun's cold reaction.

Opening the Tengu APP on Jian Fusheng's mobile phone, Brother Chun searched for antique bronze mirrors and found that brand-new ones only cost a few hundred yuan...

Putting down his mobile phone, Brother Chun called a younger brother, pointed at the bronze mirror on the tea table and said:
"Throw it in the warehouse, collect it later, and sell it together with the waste paper box!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the bronze mirror suddenly radiated with brilliance, took off directly on the spot, floated in front of Brother Chun, and sprayed a stream of water on his face!

"Bah! Bah, bah, bah!"

Brother Chun wiped his face in confusion and cursed:
"Fuck, why does it still smell bad?"

Master Jing suddenly broke out, and Sister Lu and the younger brother in the hall were stunned.

Jian Fusheng took a breath, looked up at Dafa Shenwei Master Jing, and couldn't help but complain in his heart:
Okay, I’ve been calling you for a long time but you didn’t answer...

When I heard that I was going to be sold as garbage, I got so angry!
I vomited out the jade liquid I poured on you...

　Brother Chun and Sister Lu bow to the readers. The next chapter is a small climax. I beg you to collect and recommend it.

　　


(End of this chapter)